KarmaSue Denham writes, "I once slipped out of work two hours early without the boss noticing. In my hurry to make the most of this petty victory, I knocked myself out on the car door and spent the rest of the day semi-conscious, bowking rich brown vomit over my one and only suit."
Have you been visited by the forces of Karma, or watched it happen to other people?
Thanks to Pooflake for the suggestion
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chthonic, Thu 21 Feb 2008, 14:24)
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Curry-mic Retribution...Apologies for the shit pun in the title. You can probably see where this is going with the title...
About a year and a half back, I was into my really spicy curry stuff. Vindaloo, madras with extra spices, home-made curries with far too much peppers and spice in it which made it virtually inedible to everyone but me and two of my mates (who were both Indian, coincidentally, whereas I'm mostly English, so I have no idea how I got an immunity to spicy curry). Whatever is spicy, I'll have it happily.
Alas, this was my downfall. One curry night, me and my brother had a bet going on. To see if I could eat a curry with double the normal amount of Habanero chili's I usually have in it (6 this time, instead of three) as well as a couple of drops of Dave's Insanity Sauce we'd acquired from a trip to America. Face meltingly hot. He'd pay me twenty quid if I ate this spicy bastard. Gleefully, I accepted, as who the hell passes up free money for doing something they like?
First bite in. Okay so far, slight tingling. Five bites in. Slight burning. Another five bites in. I've broken out into a cold sweat. Two bites later I'm feeling like I'm on fire in various places. By now I'm halfway through the curry and I'm actually struggling to eat this concoction which seems to have been shat out of Satan's arsehole. My brother is having a whale of a time watching me gasp for breath and leaking sweat like a priest in a playground. I somehow finish this monstrosity and he passes me my twenty quid and I wander off, sweaty and in pain but happy in the knowledge that I am the king of the curry, the titan of the tikka, the master of the madras, etc etc. However, my body has other ideas. The next day, I go to the bog.
Johnny Cash had it right on two accounts. Ring of Fire and Hurt. That was the most painful toilet experience in my life. Karmic retribution indeed. Nowadays I stay off the spicy stuff for fear of the above happening again.
(, Thu 21 Feb 2008, 20:25, 6 replies)
Not exactly karma, is it?You eat a spicy curry, it comes out... spicy. Cause and effect, m'lud, not an effect of some cosmic redistribution of good and bad luck.
(, Thu 21 Feb 2008, 20:33, closed)
Eh, karmicOnly in the sense that I was being a fool and overestimated my curry-eating abilities and had been bragging about it for a while. If it doesn't count, I'll delete it.
(, Thu 21 Feb 2008, 20:44, closed)
Dave's Insanity Sauceis yummy.
(, Thu 21 Feb 2008, 21:30, closed)
Karma....Surely this was more a case of Korma.....
I'll get me coat....
(, Thu 21 Feb 2008, 22:07, closed)
that's funny shit!sorry..
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flirting with badgers What? It sounded good at the time., Fri 22 Feb 2008, 2:57,
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why the painNice story. Had a similar experience myself recently but wasnt even that hot a curry. Fair enough there were spices but the alcohol/hangover mustve hindered my digestive system or something as basically raw fire came out my arse from a mild jalfrezi.....
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whenanimalsattackhumans clad in global hypercolour, Fri 22 Feb 2008, 12:49,
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